drew a birdman in a grave
with fancy boots
a snake winding up his leg
standing on a corpse
as he holds up the smiling moon,
while the corpse
|drawing by Elyse Mische|
|questions by Joanna Dane|
What are you thinking as you turn through these pages?
What are the stories you bear?
Does Birdman visit in the night?
Can we hear him over our judgments?
How long until I must go?
Do you think you could do better?
Why are we so concerned with good and bad?
How many ways to the moon?
Are you wondering why this and not that?
Do you believe in magic?
How many times a day do you wonder what time is it?
Why am I always hurrying from one thing to the next?
What am I running from?
How long do we need to study a picture before we can truly understand it?
Why do we so often rely on our initial reaction
when so often it is clouded by
jealousy, greed, contempt?
When Birdman calls, do you run and hide?
Do you curl up in a ball?
Do you slide down into a hole?
Do you scream and cry?
Does your heart shatter?
Do you walk for miles and miles on dear trails
that lead to the middle of nowhere?